♥ One Hell of a Fucking Plot Twist [Scream Fest III]

[Arianny DeLise]

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“You can't do this too me!”

That was Arianny DeLise.

“I am your fucking husband. I can do whatever the fuck I want and I'm putting my foot down.”

That was Shawn DeLise.

Obvi they're fighting. Duh.

The scene faded in, and husband and wife were both inside one of the conference rooms at The Arena. Shawn, dressed in a sharp black suit complete with black shirt and tie, paced back and forth. Arianny, dressed in a silk Stella McCartney cat print blouse and a black Michael Kors ostrich feather cashmere knit skirt, sat on top of the table.

“Being my husband doesn't give you the right to control my life and make decisions for me. I've done everything you asked of me this week! I didn't even know my best friend was in jail until a few hours ago! She's been there for days! You're not taking this away from me.”

Shawn stopped his pacing and jerked his head in Arianny’s direction. “Yes the fuck I am and believe me, I have every right to do this. I'm not just your husband. I'm your fucking boss.”

Arianny jumped off the table and stomped her Louboutin clad foot on the ground. There was a hint of despair in her pleading hazel eyes. “This match means everything too me! She started this ‘war’ and I deserve the chance to go out there and finish it! Don't do this too me, Shawn. PLEASE.”

Arianny’s voice cracked.

“I played by your rules. I did everything you wanted. Hanalei tried to ruin my life by wrecking my record. She's tried to start an uprising in your company. She tried to kill all of us back at Deception. I swear on everything that after I make her tap out, I'll step back.”

Tears pricked at Arianny’s eyes. The thought of not defeating Hanalei Brightly at Scream Fest wasn't an option. No matter what, she was going to end that bitch’s career in RSW and make sure she never tried to start a Revolution again.

“No.”

Desperation clawed at Arianny’s soul.

“SHAWN! Pleeeeeeeeeeease! Be reasonable. This is my life! I can protect myself. Everything will be fine.”

“It's about more than your fucking life now!”

Shawn couldn't deal with her begging. He tuned out her crying, pulled out his phone, and dialed his lawyer. “Pull up the contract for Arianny DeLise.”

“What are you doing?”

Arianny rushed over to him and tried to snatch the phone from his hand. Shawn slapped her hand harder than he meant and roughly pushed her back.

“Terminate it.” Shawn turned around so he couldn't see his wife’s reaction. “Effective immediately.”

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Several hours later, the scene reopened and Arianny was inking her signature across a stack of papers. A tall, thin blond who was likely a knockout back in her day, pushed her glasses up on her nose and took the papers from Arianny. She nodded her head and passed them to a man who was standing with Shawn. The man looked them over and nodded, and handed them to Shawn. Shawn scowled at Arianny, but nonetheless scrawled his signature across the bottom as well.

“Mr. DeLise, I trust you've learned your lesson.” The blond turned towards Arianny. “It was a pleasure seeing you again. You've grown up to be such a lovely, beautiful girl.”

Arianny beamed. “Thank you so much, Daniela. I appreciate this. I'm just glad you settled in Los Angeles and could help me out.”

Daniela Pierzynski, former wrestling personality and lawyer, shot Shawn a disapproving look and exited. Shawn’s own lawyer turned to him, and just shook his head.

“Just get the fuck out,” Shawn snapped.

Once Shawn and Arianny were left alone, Arianny waved the papers in his face. “You can't fire someone who has a condition, duh!”

Shawn snatched the papers from her and slammed them on the table. She had outfoxed him and he hated it. “You're too fucking smart for your own good. I can't believe you were going to sue RSW for unlawful termination.”

“My mind is truly my best asset,” Arianny replied, nothing but triumph on her face. “To this day, people still underestimate me and what I'm capable of. Focus and intelligence will beat power and defense any day of the week. All my matches prove that. You'll get to see that first hand when I face Hanalei since I'm officially rehired. And now you know my fierceness extends beyond the ring.”

The papers the DeLises had been signing were Arianny’s new contract with the company.

“I'm pretty pleased with the pay raise, by the way.”

“Oh I bet you fucking are. You also must be pleased with the fact there's nothing I can do to keep you from Scream Fest.”

Shawn didn't look happy.

“Daniela is a total shark."

“I don't want you in that ring. I really fucking don't.”

Arianny crossed over to Shawn, who had taken a seat in one of the chairs. She sat down in his lap and he started stroking her thigh.

“I know that, but I'm finishing this for us. I won this company for you and nothing is going to threaten it. Regardless of how you feel about MGM, we protect our investments. Money and Jace will end Violent Intent and Lovey, and I'm going to send Hanalei right back to rehab where she should have stayed. Everything will be fine. My plan is simple. I will avoid her strikes and keep her grounded. Hanalei can't hit me if she can't catch me and I can lock in chokes from any position. She will get frustrated and do something stupid like she's prone to do, and I will capitalize on that.

The match won't last long because I really do believe she feels as if she's already defeated. She knows her Revolution was a farce but she's too stubborn to wave the white flag. Whatever fight she will put up, won't be enough. I got her in the Carter Crossface once, and I'll do it again. She is no 'Iron Woman.' Through six matches, she's spent about 41 minutes inside the ring. She's batting 500. Through six matches, excluding Vendetta one and eight, I have spent 55 minutes inside the ring. I am basically flawless. She can't handle me. Trust me.”

“But what about our fucking baby?”

Arianny placed her hand on her stomach and bit down hard on her bottom lip.

“Cici will be fine. She hasn't aborted herself yet.”

“One, that's not the fucking name. Two, you don't even know the gender.”

Arianny looked at Shawn. “Oh it's totally a girl. After everything I've dealt with the last few weeks, she’s definitely a fucking bitch. Chloe Chanel Ariandae DeLise is going to be a total nightmare.”

“I will never agree to that name.”

Arianny bent her head and pressed her lips against Shawn’s. “It’s not up for discussion.”

As they went to kiss, Arianny’s phone went off. She pulled back and grabbed it off the table. She opened her iMessages and a smile crossed her face. She showed Shawn.

“Mario sent me a teaser pic from our photoshoot!”

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